Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I didn’t object again when JJ shuffled me into the bathroom. I didn’t object when he turned his back on me. I didn’t even object when he turned the shower on, waited until the temperature satisfied him, and then turned back to me.
A certain part of me didn’t object at all when JJ reached for the hem of my T-shirt.
Okay, he’s helping you undress so you can piss and then shower. Get control of yourself, asshole.
The removal of my shirt was bad enough, especially when JJ’s fingertips coasted over my abdomen, but when he went for the fly of my jeans, I did open my mouth to protest.
This time, I wasn’t prepared for JJ’s warning to remain silent. I wasn’t prepared because his mouth was on mine before I could say anything. I couldn’t stifle the moan that erupted somewhere deep in my chest. His tongue slid against mine for a whisper of a second and then his mouth was gone.
He flipped the button on my jeans open but then stopped suddenly and crouched down. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he ordered before he unceremoniously grabbed my boot and began pulling at it, forcing me to do as he said.
Shoes, right. He needed to take off my shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Dear God, what was happening to me?
I could only pray that I wasn’t repeating the word “shoes” out loud because I’d come off as a maniac. Truth be told, my brain was too fogged over with lust to really care.
When he straightened, he once again reached for my zipper. As badly as I wanted him, I knew JJ would regret kissing me as soon as he was past the pity party he was throwing me.
“JJ—”
He kissed me again.
Harder.
Deeper.
Longer.
Much, much longer.
“Jesus,” I breathed when he broke the kiss.
“If you want my mouth back on yours, you’ll stop saying my name until I tell you to say it,” JJ said as evenly as if he were warning me I’d be put in a time-out.
That was what I needed, though.
A time-out.
Time.
I just really wanted time.
For time to stop.
For time to slow.
For time to go backwards so I could spot the danger long before the bullet could even leave the chamber of the gun firing it.
I also wanted time to fast-forward past all the shit that was yet to come so I’d never have to wonder if JJ felt about me even half of how I felt about him.
If only everything besides me and JJ could remain still for a while.
I closed my eyes but kept my mouth shut when he lowered my fly. It seemed to take him much longer than it needed to and a hell of a lot more touching was involved than was necessary. Since I wasn’t wearing briefs, JJ was greeted with undeniable proof of what he was doing to me.
“That’s better,” he murmured before he kissed me again. My naked back hit the wall between the doorframe and the bathtub that doubled as the shower.
Every kiss was longer and more searing than the one before. I briefly wondered if he planned on leaving me hanging in my state of unbridled lust like I’d left him when I’d put an end to the kiss in my motel room. I realized I didn’t care. I’d take any part of JJ’s sensual assault that I could get.
I remained against the wall when JJ once again ended the kiss. I no longer gave a shit about him seeing my hard-on. He already knew what he was doing to me. He knew the power he yielded. He had every right to do with it what he wanted.
Once my pants were gone, I fully expected JJ to order me to get beneath the spray of the shower. I just hoped he kissed me one more time before he did, though.
He didn’t kiss me again.
Not while he was slowly removing his own clothing.
Not while his eyes remained glued to mine as he stepped out of his pants.
Not even when he began stroking his own hard dick.
“Get in the shower, Cass,” JJ said, his voice uneven, his eyes hungry. I had no clue if there would be any more kisses, but I really needed to find out.
So I did exactly what he said.
CHAPTER 14
Jj
What am I doing?
That was the question I kept asking myself as I started slowly pulling my clothes off while Cass watched me with unveiled desire.
All the confidence I’d had as I’d repeatedly told Cass to shut up throughout the course of getting him off the kitchen floor and moving him to the only bathroom in the cabin was wavering quickly.
I could have easily told Cass to get in the shower and left him there so he could let the hot water soothe his stiff muscles, but every time I’d told myself that was exactly what I’d do, I’d done the opposite.